In Praise of “People’s Faces”

(Catena Rondo)  

It’s rare commercials flatten me  
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair  
Still singin’ words of calm aware  
It’s rare commercials flatten me  
 
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair  
In spills of frigid white that fade  
Our age that, rage to beige, persuades,    
In Tempest’s frigid night’s despair    
 
In spills of frigid white that fade,  
“With heads bent down and hackles up,”  
Her grace erases, interrupts  
In spills of frigid white that fade.    
 
“With heads bent down and hackles up”  
These troubles that our finish sends  
The finish that her grace amends  
“With heads bent down and hackles up”  
 
These troubles that our finish sends  
But diff’rently than what’s been shown  
Erasing words not carved in stone,  
These troubles that our finish sends.  
 
But diff’rently than what’s been shown,  
Seeing just our weathered faces,  
A calm that shows in angel graces  
But diff’rently than what’s been shown.  
 
Seeing just our weathered faces  
Can Tempests full reverse the storm  
And in those gazes, keep from harm,  
Seeing just our weathered faces.  
 
Can Tempests full reverse the storm,  
It’s rare commercials flatten me.  
We’re Never Lost if we are seen  
Can Tempests full reverse the storm?  
 
It’s rare commercials flatten me  
A Tempest’s frigid night’s despair  
Still singin’ words of calm aware  
It’s rare commercials flatten me.  
 
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